Holy Son and Saintess, Neither of Them Are Real

It's easiest to gain favor points early on. If I work hard, maybe I can save up for two ten-pulls today.

The cultivation world is fraught with peril. I might be targeted by some big shot and secretly harvested any day now, so I need to prepare some life-saving trump cards as soon as possible.

Xia Wantang's current cultivation is too low and too weak. Even with two lives, it's not enough to mess around with.

Thinking this, she rode her sword towards Lingyun Peak, where the Holy Son resided.

As she landed, Xia Wantang noticed a male cultivator practicing his sword under a tree.

The man's face was like the first light of dawn. Upon closer inspection of his features, he possessed an exquisite, almost androgynous beauty.

His silhouette shimmered with golden light under the sun. His Phoenix Eyes were narrow, both gentle and stern, with pure black pupils that seemed to see through everything.

His thin, pale pink lips were pressed into a straight line, giving him a detached appearance.

The golden robes he wore not only exuded a sacred aura but also added a touch of devilish charm, giving him an effortlessly dashing demeanor.

This must be the Holy Son of Azure Cloud Palace—Fu Lingyun.

Xia Wantang couldn't help but praise him: "As expected of the peak of attractiveness among the ensemble male leads, truly handsomely rugged."

Fu Lingyun was not only the Holy Son but also the son of the Palace Lord, Fu Hanqiu.

However, Xia Wantang, having read the novel, knew that Fu Lingyun's identity was not as simple as it appeared.

While she was indeed a fake Saintess, the other party wasn't the real Fu Lingyun either, but a genuine imposter.

Fu Lingyun's true identity was that of a Demon Prince, originally named Ye Xing.

The Demon Race had extremely long lifespans. Although he looked only around twenty, his actual age was over a hundred.

His cultivation was also not the publicly declared Mystic Martial Realm perfection, but late Spirit Channeling Realm, enough to be considered the First Elder of Azure Cloud Palace.

The real Fu Lingyun had perished during a trial in his childhood.

Ye Xing, who was being pursued at the time, stumbled upon Fu Lingyun's corpse. He then altered his appearance and impersonated Fu Lingyun.

As time went by, he also began to gradually restore his original appearance.

Ye Xing held no grudge against Azure Cloud Palace; on the contrary, he was actually grateful to them.

Until the novel's conclusion, he treated Fu Hanqiu as a half-father.

But to be fair, Azure Cloud Palace was quite unfortunate. Neither the Holy Son nor the Saintess was genuine.

Noticing Xia Wantang, Ye Xing stopped practicing his sword and looked at her with a meaningful expression:

"The Saintess graces us with her presence. Lingyun has failed to welcome you properly."

"May I ask what guidance the Saintess has for me?"

Ye Xing's attitude wasn't particularly friendly, and Xia Wantang felt strange. She quickly searched her mind for any past grievances between her original self and Ye Xing.

Upon this search, she realized with a sinking heart: This is bad! Ye Xing might have already set his sights on me.

Coincidentally, just two days ago, Ye Xing was cultivating demonic energy in the back mountains when the original host stumbled upon him.

At that time, the original host had only revealed a sliver of a pale golden robe. Afterward, the First Elder detected the trace of demonic energy and arrived promptly, preventing Ye Xing from pursuing the matter further.

Furthermore, the original host was not supposed to survive until today, so Ye Xing hadn't continued his investigation.

But things were different now. Xia Wantang was alive and well.

Looking at the beautiful woman before him, Ye Xing frowned inwardly:

His identity as a member of the Demon Race absolutely could not be exposed. He had to nip the risk in the bud.

"Why is the Saintess愣着 (愣着 -愣着) and not speaking?"

"The pale gold does suit you. It makes the Saintess's beauty even more outstanding."

This was clearly speaking with hidden barbs.

On the entire Lingyun Peak, only the Holy Son and Saintess wore pale gold attire.

The sect leader and elders all wore white robes.

Disciples wore pale green robes, with only the patterns on the inner and outer disciples' robes differing.

Although Ye Xing wasn't sure who had seen him that day, the pale golden robe fragment narrowed the scope considerably, allowing for a near-instantaneous lock onto the target.

By saying this, he was gauging Xia Wantang's reaction, seeing if she would appear guilty.

Honestly, he was quite surprised that she had come to him on her own today.

While he had indeed intended to find her these past two days, why would someone willingly walk into the line of fire?

Hearing this, Xia Wantang's heart tightened.

Ye Xing was a Demon Prince, not some innocent little boy, and wouldn't be easily fooled.

Moreover, his cultivation was more than enough to instantly kill ten of her. Speaking incorrectly could genuinely cost her life!

She even suspected that Ye Xing might have been involved in the previous Saintess's demise.

The novel never mentioned it, but it was highly possible that she had encountered Ye Xing cultivating demonic energy, which led to her death.

This Ye Xing is really something. Practicing demonic energy, such a big deal, why wasn't he sneaky about it? He just had to be caught in public. Is he trying to be funny or something?

I don't understand, and I don't respect it.

[Host, Host, don't forget you're the peak of attractiveness!]

[Give him a flirtatious glance, maybe Ye Xing will soften up?]

Xia Wantang: ...I believe you're lying! That old system is wicked!

But, it's true that she could try. She was here to gain favor anyway.

Besides, they're in the same sect. As Holy Son and Saintess, they'll see each other all the time. Even if she gets away with it today, she'll still have to face him later.

Quickly thinking of a few ways to respond in her mind, Xia Wantang blushed in embarrassment:

"This... Holy Son, why are you speaking so... directly today."

"The Holy Son's heroic posture while practicing his sword... is also very handsome, which is why Wantang was so captivated by his heroic posture just now and spaced out for a moment."

Xia Wantang's face was already beautiful, but she usually maintained a distant demeanor, giving people a sense of untouchable remoteness.

Now, with her cheeks flushed and radiant, as bright as the sun rising with morning clouds, and as dazzling as a lotus emerging from waves, she was much more lively than usual, possessing a touch more earthly charm, naturally making her even more alluring.

What she said was also quite explosive, sounding just like a young girl smitten with love.

This statement clearly exceeded Ye Xing's expectations, and he coughed awkwardly:

Could it be that this new Saintess fancies me? At least she has some taste.

"Ahem, right, where was the Saintess the evening before last?"

As he asked, Ye Xing's expression was normal, but his favorability rating betrayed him:

[Host gained 10 favorability points from Ye Xing, current favorability is 10. Exchanged for 100 faith points.]

[Not bad, Host. You made Ye Xing's heart race with just two sentences. You're a goddess of conquest!]

Xia Wantang: ...Only ten favorability points. Still a long way to go.

But this Ye Xing is quite valuable. The ratio of favorability points to faith points is one to ten, the same as Xiao Rui. This means she has enough for another ten-pull.

"Naturally, I was at the back mountain... Holy Son, why do you ask when you already know!"